• M a k t u b : Spirit of the desert • [ Taekook ]

18. Taehyung, hug

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⚠️Warning: Mature content
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In the morning, the moment he finished re-reading the letter, he stormed out of the hotel. He went to a rental car he saw by chance two streets away from his apartment, when Jungkook was returning him home yesterday.

He didn't have much time to choose a car model, so he agreed to the one recommended by the worker. Luckily, the worker spoke good English, that made the whole process much faster.

With the keys in his hands, he quickly climbed the stairs of the hotel. It was too painful to wait for the elevator to arrive. Taehyung immediately started packing only the most necessary things into a small bag.

The man took a few moments to rest on the edge of the bed with his hands over his face and an indelible smile on it, then he got up to take a shower and mentally prepare for the trip.

After half an hour, Taehyung was already at the hotel reception.

- Excuse me, do you have a map of the country? - he spoke in perfect English.

- Of course. Here you go, sir. - the older man wore a smile the whole time as he handed the rolled up map to his guest. Tae thanked him politely, walking  to the car with the bag in his hands.

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Through the open balcony door came soft jazz music, so soft that the two barely heard it between their sighs.

Not even an hour had passed since Taehyung arrived in Essaouira. Jungkook was waiting for him impatiently and immediately jumped into his arms when the elder parked the car.

Then he showed him the way to the bedroom he would share with Nadira in recent years, whenever they went on vacation. And he knew how reckless what he was doing was towards her, but at the same time, for the first time in his life, he felt like he was doing the right thing.

There was no other place in the world where Jungkook would rather be than this little house and the baldachin bed and Taehyung in it.

Jungkook came back with a tray in his hand, on which were two glasses of white wine and some snacks, dry fruits and chocolates, when he was greeted by a scene on the bed.

Taehyung was lying across him propped up in soft pillows, his arm over his head and a small piece of bedclothes over his lower half. The younger immediately left the tray and began to discard all the thin clothing until he found himself standing in front of the other naked, wearing only a smile.
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- Love, you are so warm... I will cum... - he knew that well. Taehyung fought his urges, wanting Jungkook to spill his pleasure soon as well, so he could continue chasing his own.

- Ahh... - at that moment the veins on Taehyung's neck became more visible, and Jungkook knew what he had to do. He was definitely on the edge of all seeing the older man in such a state, he quickly caught his own cock and with a few pumps, Jungkook cum.

- You are so good, Tae... - his voice cracked at his name from the flow of pleasure.

Taehyung lifted Jungkook's legs onto his shoulders and picked up the pace. The younger one was lying so sinfully on the white clean sheets, clutching the sheets in his fists.

His body moved against the back of the bed with each new thrust. After the fifth thrust of his hips, Taehyung filled his insides, pressing kisses everywhere he want.

- Jungkook, my Jungkook... ahh this feeling...  I'll never forget this feeling I have when I'm with you. - another kiss followed as he slipped out of the other. A small sob escaped Jungkook's mouth, as he kept looking at the other as if he were some kind of phenomenon.